The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'.

I am still the place where creation does some work on itself.

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.

Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should be.

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.

I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them is me. The mirror sees only my latest face, while I know all my previous ones.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.